Thursday, 19 July 2018

She




She reeked of it
She flaunted it
She displayed it
She sold it
SEX!
Clad in provocation
Glowing in her trade
She called her buyers
With provocative sounds
And sinful gestures
She lured them out
From street corners
They crept out
From their homes
They sneaked out
From buildings
They rolled out
Her buyers answered
They heard
They saw
She stood in the shadows
She lavished her sin upon their senses
She was on display
She stood in her display case
And called them by their desires
She knew their demons
She was friends with the devil
With a sultry voice
She beckoned on them
They crawled towards her
She beckoned
They drew closer
No one considered her price
DEATH!
She called them by their weaknesses
Like hungry dogs
They drew closer
As they approached her pretty wall of Hades
She drew them in
Into her bosom
Into an abyss of death
They found comfort in her arms
And she released sweet hell upon them
Little flames
Little burns
And then she pulled them all down
Down with her
Into the darkness
Into the place of torment
Her little world of torment
The demons sucked them in
They nodded in approval
And up she went again
Back to the earth
To draw more men to her
Reeking of sexuality and doom
She knew her job
And she did it well
Clad in destruction and death
She pulled them in



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Monday, 14 May 2018

WELL OF INNOCENCE



You promised me!
You said it last week
This is the last time.
You promised me!
But here you are again
Creeping in the dark
Knocking on my door
While daddy sleeps so deeply
And mummy sleeps so sweetly
No one in sight
Just you and I
Here you are again
Asking for a drink
From a well you dont own
Destroying a pretty little flower
Soiling my innocence
With your dirty perverted hands
Claws and fangs you have
Drinking from my well of innocence
Asking for more
Addicted to your insanity
Giving me candies and cookies
In exchange for the diamond I hold dear to my heart
GET AWAY FROM ME!
STAY AWAY!
Mummy, help!
I scream
Hoping someone would wake up
Praying my muffled screams will be heard
As you draw water from my well
I scream into your palms
But no one hears me
As usual
Im left to bear this shame
All alone
To suffer this pain
All alone
No one to help
No one to save me
I drift into my safe place
The small world inside my head
A place with pretty flowers untouched
Unbruised
Unabused
I dance in my little garden
I laugh in my happy place
Shutting the doors of pain behind me
As you unrepentantly draw more water from my well
Your wickedness tainting my beauty
Your lust polluting my well of innocence


By Sylvia Chika
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Thursday, 22 March 2018

Give me a little sun




Give me a little sun
And I‘ll give you rainbows

Though the storm threatens
And the thunder roars
Though the hurricanes invade your peace
And you seem to have lost it all

Give me a little sun
And I‘ll give you rainbows

Though the doctors poke your skin
And the needles cause you to squirm
Though the date has been declared
And everyone mourns you just before you fade away

Give me a little sun
And I‘ll give you rainbows

Though you’ve been accused
And no one cares to hear the truth
Though you’ve been labeled
And it seems like no one really cares

Give me a little sun
And I‘ll give you rainbows

Though your garden looks destroyed
And the little plants have been trampled upon
Though the intruder lurks in the dark
And no one seems to hear your cry for help

Give me a little sun
And I‘ll give you rainbows

Even when it all seems dark and lost
Even when the rain threatens to fall
Even when the world seems cruel
Even when you have no reason to hope

Give me a little sun
And I‘ll give you rainbows

Give hope a chance
Let the light in



By Sylvia Chika
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Friday, 23 February 2018

SAY GOODBYE



I don’t want to say goodbye
But I have to say goodbye
I see you slipping away
Fading away
As this illness pulls you closer
Into its cold embrace
I see you
But I don’t see you
Everything seems surreal
If only I could have five more years
A little more time with you
Because I’m really not ready
I’m not ready to say goodbye
I don’t want to say goodbye
This is all so unfair!
Oh, please…
I’m not ready!
I’m not ready to say goodbye!




By Sylvia Chika
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Tuesday, 13 February 2018

GO CUPID! BE GONE!



Cupid don’t be stupid
Fly elsewhere
You don’t belong here
I have no time to play games
Don’t even bother calling my name
Oh, please!
Flee!
Go away with your bow and arrow
Leave those that mourn to be in sorrow
Fly away!
Go away!
You are not needed here
Fly elsewhere
And look for someone else to bother
Look around for lovers
They are everywhere
See them here and there
Inflict your wounds of love elsewhere
I repeat, “You don’t belong here!”
“Shoo!”
Be gone!


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Saturday, 10 February 2018

ROOTS




Everyone saw the tree
It was huge
Dry and ugly
It blocked the beautiful view ahead
Right there in the middle of the other beautiful trees
It kept growing bigger and bigger
Time passed by
The other trees got smaller
But the dry tree grew bigger
It was killing everything around it
It looked so dead
Yet it grew so big
No one knew why
But the evil glared in their faces
No one saw its roots
Buried deep within the soil
Large roots that sucked up life
Evil roots spreading underneath the soil
Poisoning everything around it
Everyone saw the tree
But no one saw its roots
No one saw the roots of bitterness


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Monday, 5 February 2018

CAPTURED





You lied!
You are a liar!
How quickly I fell
How high the fall
How dare you lie so beautifully?
A cunning thief you are
Disguised in pretty clothes
And a sweet accent
Oh, I fell!
For your lies
I fell!
You lured me into your web
You spoke about greener pastures
Painted pictures so enchanting
I was deceived
By your promises and tales
I put my needs ahead of logic
I let my desire for a false freedom
Lead me into captivity
What a fool I was!
Captured I was not
But captured I am now
I’ve been chained
Chained in a land I know not
Chained to a bed I know not
Sold to give pleasure to men I know not
The days pass by
 I treasure them not
My choices, I despise
My life, I hate
My captor, I detest
Freedom!!!
Where art thou?!
Bring me back those days
Those days I had it all
But wanted more
Send a note to my mama and papa
Tell them I love them
Tell them I was scammed
Tell them I miss them
Tell them I’ll be back home soon
Soon?
If wishes were coins
I would have bought my freedom
But here I am
Enslaved by the devilish schemes of my captor
My master
He holds a whip!
Pray for me!
Pray for me!
He is coming soon…no…
He is right at my door!
Please, pray for me!
My captor is the devil!




By Sylvia Chika
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